Perhaps a table set for two, or a garden at the end of day, but no more. Mostly a walk through vacant spaces in which sound assails us, and shapes that are not visible oppress us with their weight. We feel them about our faces, arms and shoulders but see nothing and nobody, concentrated on one thing -- to eliminate or at least prepare for those sounds. If we are able by a sudden turn down one street to block off those noises and those weights upon us, we may find ourselves in a small room fit for two persons, with a table between, where they may eat or listen in silence to one another's complaint of the outside -- and a garden that we had no idea could exist in the rear. As we enter, its odor assails us and since we are then out in the open these sounds again and a noise of the invisible shapes colliding among themselves. Are the voices of these shapes in conflict? We sit there but we cannot communicate their beings, the noises in us, it seems, and the shapes we cannot see making our bodies their weight, they have become so familiar to us. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN OF THE CITY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ON SEEING THE ELGIN MARBLES by JOHN KEATS ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER by JOHN MILTON SONG, FR. THE TWO GENTELEM OF VERONA by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE MAGI by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MONCH AND JUNGFRAU by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG |